State of the Art Affair

You seem to lack the common touch
But this old heart don't expect much
Just a bit of class when we run out of gas
On the highway of time

Spiritual life
Spiritual wife
Nothing but spiders trickling up my spine
Cold feet
Cold lust
One to love but nobody to trust

This state-of-the-art affair has left me bleeding roses
Another door closes on this state-of-the-art affair

I saw the Devil in your eyes
He must have told you lots of lies
Come sit with me, and I'll make you see
That you always go too far

Spiritual hearts
Spiritual parts
Nothing but old clashes giving new scars
Cold hands
Cold love
One to hate but nowhere to go

This state-of-the-art affair has left me bleeding roses
Another door closes on this state-of-the-art affair

Living in the postlude of a hurricane
Waves of anguish rippling through my brain

This state-of-the-art affair has left me bleeding roses
Another door closes on this state-of-the-art affair
This state-of-the-art affair